Lyrics Blowing in the Wind - Etta James

Blowing in the Wind

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
And I looked over yonder and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
So a band, a band of angels, it was a coming for me,
Coming for to carry you on home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Well if you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends, I’m a coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me, you, us on, them home.
Amen